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My first non-martial contact

... give a loud sigh as I felt his cum flowing into my mouth. It felt so warm and salty in my mouth. I hated to have to swallow it right away and before I could, Paul pulled me to my feet and started to kiss me. His tongue and my tongue met in my mouth as we swapped his cum back and forth between us. I was totally surprised that he would do that. I always thought that men would never want to taste cum even their own. Paul then pulled away from and ordered me to swallow, which I instantly did. I felt so warm, so loved and so lucky to have a man like Paul. In fact, I felt so emotional that I started to cry. Paul said, “Darling what’s wrong”. Through my tears I said, “Nothing my wonderful and loving man. You just feel so good to me and I want you so much. I’ve missed you and every time Lance makes me make love to him, I want you so bad. While he is doing it, I pretend that you are the one inside me and when he cums it’s you coming in me”. Paul pulled me back close to him and gave me a kiss on my eyes to dry my tears. He said, “Remember you don’t owe it to your husband to have sex with him. Just tell him you have a headache. Then the night before he has to leave let him screw you and that will have to last him until he’s home again”. I replied, “Paul I’m his wife and no matter how I feel it is my responsibility to provide him with sex when he wants it.” Paul took me in his arms and said, “well you know when he’s home I really miss you and I’m terribly jealous when I think about him ...

... fucking you. I know from your viewpoint it isn’t making love like it is with me but just screwing. So just lay back and let him do it. Do you understand”? I told him I did. I went on to reassure him that he was the most important man in my life and way better at sex that my husband. I knew that in just another three days my husband would have gone back to school and Paul and I could get on with our lives.

All of a sudden, I stopped talking and just stood there like I’d been shocked. For the first time I realized I was actually falling in love with Paul. I wanted to spend all my time with him, I was upset when Lance would come home, and I didn’t enjoy making love with him like I did Paul. I panicked. What was I going to do? I started to cry again. Then I was afraid that Paul would think I was a big blubbering 19-year-old crybaby. But in Paul’s wonderful way he pulled me close to him again and said, “it’s ok darling. I know it hard for you. You want to spend all your time with me and you feel guilty about your husband. But just remember if he doesn’t find out it will never hurt him.” I felt so warm and secure in Paul’s arms. My tears dried up and after a few sniffles I went down on my knees again. I felt him start to get hard again as I sucked on him. Once again it swelled as he came in me. I felt so lucky that he wanted me and even though I knew he didn’t really love me I still felt like the luckiest girl in the world. When he had finished cumming he pulled me to my feet and ...